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A Mighty Fortress is Our God, the Battle-Him of the Republic, and then two brief little Pentecost songs from the 70s, and then America the Beautiful, and it ended with Taps, which sounds actually pretty interesting on the harp. Now, our, you know, and so it went well. I mean, that was kind of fun. And then I came home and started working on some writing stuff. I'm about to beat my one new character into doing something actually useful with his life without whining like a spoiled little brat. Gosh, I hate people who whine like spoiled little brats. You cannot imagine. It makes me crazy. Almost as much as I hate people who infuse their travelogues with political rhetoric. That just tweaked me the wrong way, too. Anyway, never mind.